Booked Novels & Stories

"We can't wait." Nora nodded, and her fingers moved across the keyboard. The page refreshed again and again as she worked. Routes, times, and prices replaced the legal documents *seats available.* She booked three tickets. The booking confirmation loaded. Three passengers. Keyla Tamara. Nora Santoso. Leon Tamara.

I could hear pots and pans clanking in the background. “Almost in Atlanta. It’s getting late, so I’m going to get a room for the night and let the kids rest.” “That’s a good idea,” my mama agreed. “Your cousin, Cassie, works at a Hilton or something down there. I can call her to get you a hookup.” I held back a chuckle. “Mama, I don’t need a hookup. I already booked a room. Don’t worry about us.” “I’m always going to worry about my children, Dev,” my mother stated honestly. “Y’all better sat down before I jerk a knot in y’all’s tails!”

Except for her ugly pout which is upside down. She shot me a death glare and stayed silent. This time, I went closer to the square-shaped thingy and moved my eye closer to it as it scanned my iris. It surprisingly stings but what surprised me more was that it flashed a green color, which means that I am recognized and verified as, "Mrs. Kira C. Valastro. Confirmed." A robotic voice coming from the device said. M-Mrs? Mrs. Kira C. Valastro? My mind was then back to earth when the gates had opened and Bia took my startled-ness as the initiative to enter, bumping me by the shoulder while smirking at me as she walked quickly inside the house.

from where it had fallen and climbed into the hummer beside me. “I don’t know about you, but I need a few hours of shut eye before we do anything else” Axle said rubbing his eyes “staring at that computer screen all night left me feeling like I have glass in my eyes” “Yeah, I could definitely go for a few hours sleep and hot meal” I seconded. “You got it all though? Everything worked like we planned?” “Like a charm, I even booked our next hotel already.”

I hear Colt say. I take the biggest breath of air and opened the door. He sat up against the headboard of a large black wood and metal platform bed. The room was dark, and the curtains on the windows were closed. Large, manly, black, white, and metal accents and furniture filled the room and a large television hung on the wall opposite the bed. It was on mute, but I could see a football game playing on it out of the corner of my eye.

“This is Max Dunham, and I want to book Stevie for Friday at 9 p.m.” I check the calendar program and it shows Stevie on the list with an opening at 9 but she has an appointment at 11 too. “She’s available at 9 but booked at 11. Will that work for you or will you need her for a different evening?” “That will work.” He disconnects the call and I search his name in the database. He’s there and it’s easy to input the information. Things run smoothly until a quarter to noon, when the phone rings. “Elegant Escorts, how may I help you?”

"I'm sorry, but the resort is fully booked these two days." Stunned, Arno replied, "Okay, got it. Thank you." Arno said after hanging up, "Mr. Wilson, it's fully booked." Scott looked at Arno. "So, you still don't know why?"

I promise as she slides off my lap. I open the door, helping her out as I nod to the driver and move towards the entrance of the restaurant. It is a small Italian restaurant owned by a Pack member. I like to support our Pack members in whatever business venues they embark on. As we stand there waiting to be seated, I hear the door open.

But he had already agreed and had given his word to his father and Skye was now his mate. Once they were bonded, his instincts would most likely override any desire to leave him behind anyway. May as well get this done with while he still had his head. An old beta man followed behind the barmaid and it was easy to see the wound she had spoken of. No wonder no one had been able to fix it. The index finger of his left hand was bent at an odd angle and curled outward. It looked painful and Linus would be surprised if he could move it at all.

“Our bar… we suddenly got a bunch of huge bookings. Three, back to back.” She blinked in confusion. The place had basically been half shut down for a while now. She was surprised anyone would even show up, let alone place big orders. Still, she was cautious. “Which company made the booking? Be careful, could be a prank.” “No, they even paid a deposit. They’re serious—really serious!” Francie sounded both thrilled and a little overwhelmed. “Have you heard of this company? It’s called Maren. I looked them up—they’re a major name in fashion.”